We are 13 days into the new year. Prior to its arrival, I resigned within myself 2016 would be the year of accountability. This will be the year of writing. I made a promise to someone. I vowed to write in 2016. Each day, I must paint prose of varying sorts across this screen. Each day, I must stain pages with ink, or charcoal, or colored pencil.
Morning greets me with a cup of tea and a notepad. Proudly, I can attest to the fact that I have penned something daily. Admittedly, I am not satisfied. To write is one thing. To write well, is something entirely different. My vow is to write well, upholding the promise I made years ago. Fortunately, I have a writing partner to ensure my accountability. These are wildly rich times in the realm of creation.